Against All Odds

Leo Fettman's life and death wish during the Holocaust.

As a potential hero, Leo Fettman was an unlikely candidate. He was a pale,
skinny, erudite yeshiva student of 19 when the Nazis invaded his hometown of Nyiradony, Hungary in the spring of 1944. Hungary's leader Miklos Horthy, a longtime friend, had made public assurances to "his Jews" that they would always be safe, so the Fettmans were unprepared when, the day after Passover, Nazis stormed into their home, and ordered them to get ready to leave in ten minutes. Leo and his family -- his parents, grandmother and one brother -- were transported first to the local synagogue and then, two days later,
by wagon to the ghetto. Suddenly, the Nazis' malevolent intentions were becoming increasingly clear.

I have to do something, Leo kept on thinking. I have to do something to help my family, my people. The leaders are gone, the Rabbis are dead. My parents and their peers are middle-aged and lack the energy. I can't wait for someone else to do something; I have to do it myself.

Leo didn't know what exactly he could do to help, but he waited for an opportunity. And one day, it came.

"We are looking for Hungarians to help us manage the Jewish prisoners,"
he heard a loudspeaker blare one day, right outside the ghetto walls where he stood. The sound quality of the loudspeaker was of such high caliber that it pierced the ghetto walls and reverberated in its streets. Most residents of the ghetto ignored the messages blasted outside on a continuous basis, but Leo took heed. This was the opening he awaited. He began to formulate his plan.

Even more difficult was the loneliness of being the only Jew amongst a rabid Jew-hating throng.

That night, Leo's father cut off his son's yellow star, and Leo crawled
underneath the ghetto fence. In the morning, he brazenly approached the commander of the ghetto, masquerading as a non-Jew. Possessing both fluent Hungarian and a Hungarian birth certificate given to him by a non-Jewish boyhood friend, Leo was able to pass the commander's cursory inspection. (The Nazis certainly didn't anticipate this type of audacity and derring-do to come from Jews). Leo was recruited into the Nazi organization, the "Arrow Cross," where he pretended to assist the Nazis in their mission. But what he was really doing -- as a "mole" inside the viper's nest -- was looking for opportunities to help his fellow Jews. Leo knew that the undercover role he maintained was fraught with danger, but even more difficult was the emotional vulnerability he felt, the loneliness of being the only Jew amongst a rabid Jew-hating throng. He felt irrevocably alone.

One morning, Leo happened to walk past a fellow solider, who was humming a tune as he worked. Leo stopped in his tracks, did a double take,
whirled around, and retraced his steps to where the solider stood. He listened
intently to the musical bars that pulsated in the air. Could it be?

He listened again. The melody was unmistakable, achingly familiar. He gathered his courage, and approached the young solider who, like him, was blonde-haired and blue-eyed, a perfect "Aryan specimen."

"Excuse me," Leo said quietly, "but isn't that melody that you're humming
Avinu Malkeinu?" (one of the most beloved prayers from the High Holidays liturgy).

The man looked around, saw that they were alone, and clasped Leo to him in a surge of joy. "A landsman!" (a fellow Jew!) he exclaimed jubilantly.

"What are you doing here?" Leo asked.

"Exactly the same thing that you are," the man twinkled.

Eventually, Leo discovered an additional 18 Jewish boys, who, just like him, had smuggled themselves into the Nazi den "outside," in order to help
their fellow Jews "inside " the ghetto walls.

The 19 boys joined forces and worked together to improve the lot of their brethren, in any way they could. Despite the risks they faced, they resolutely continued leading their "double life." Until the day came when they learned that the entire ghetto was to be liquidated, and an impromptu meeting of all 19 boys was hastily convened.

"Me neither," said a second. "My parents are old, they need me. I can help
them. I must help them.

"I agree," a third chimed in. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't go with them."

All 19 boys felt the same way. One by one, they stole out of the soldiers' camp, crawled under the ghetto fence, dropped their Nazi uniforms in a pile, burned them, and returned to the ghetto apartments where their families lived. When the Nazis were summoned to the fire, they were livid, and rounded up all the ghetto residents in an attempt to find the culprits.

"Who is responsible for this?" the commander thundered at the 2,000 residents assembled in the ghetto square.

"We are!" all 2,000 roared in unison, putting their own lives in peril to protect their 19 sons.

Save for Leo and his brother Sandor (who were plucked out for slave labor in Auschwitz), the entire Fettman family was sent to the gas chambers. When he learned his family's fate, Leo was so devastated that he tried to commit suicide
by climbing a tall tree and jumping off, but he surprisingly survived the fall with nary a scratch on his body. All that he accomplished was being sent -- without his brother -- to the punishment camp, as retaliation for his attempted suicide.

In this camp, Leo worked under both heinous conditions and brutal taskmasters. One day, when he didn't work fast enough for a Nazi's satisfaction, the soldier took a severed tree limb and hit Leo so hard with it that he broke Leo's leg. Leo was sent to the camp hospital where nothing was done to ease his pain other than wrapping up his leg. As he lay there in agony for several days, he was thinking:

The Nazis have no use for a man who can't work, he thought. What's the point? I might as well kill myself right now. They're going to gas me anyway, and maybe I can find a method a little less painful. And better that I take my own life than they take mine. This way I'm in control, not them, and it would be some kind of statement of defiance, wouldn't it?

Leo felt almost giddy with relief when he heard the death sentence pronounced over him.

But before Leo could find the means by which to execute his suicide a second time, he had to deal with someone else's: his hospital roommate, who had shared his sentiments. Knowing that Leo had already attempted suicide once before, the Nazis blamed him for inciting his roommate, and decreed that he would be hung in punishment. Leo felt almost giddy with relief when he heard the death sentence pronounced over him. Finally, it was over. Finally, the endless suffering would come to an end.

The next morning, Leo heard his number "37276" announced on the camp loudspeaker. Two SS men dragged him out of the infirmary towards a gallows
that waited for him. Hundreds of prisoners, assembled for role call, stood nearby. The Nazis wanted them to witness the hanging in order to teach them a lesson.

Leo was led up a short flight of steps and ordered to stand on a small stool.
A noose was tightened around his neck. He felt no fear. He was ready to die.
With nothing to lose now, he held nothing back in his last conversation with the SS officer who was charged with hanging him, a man prisoners had nicknamed
"Come Come" for all the times he chided prisoners moving too slowly with his customary reprimand, "Come, come."

"Do you know why you are being hanged?" Come Come taunted him.

"Because I am a Jew, and it is a crime to be a Jew," Leo replied.

"Do you have a last wish?" Come Come asked.

Leo felt completely calm. "Not a wish, but a statement. This is my statement: God is in heaven and God is looking down now and seeing what is happening and you won't get away with it. I have a question for you. Do you have a wife? And children? How about a dog? When you go home after murdering people here, how can you show love to your family? My family is human beings, compared to you."

It was strangely satisfying to Leo to see how angry Come Come was getting. When Leo asked him, "Am I not a human being, like you?" Come Come
screamed,

"No, you are not a human being. You are a worm!" With that response, Leo felt ready to meet his maker.

Come Come summoned a Jew by the name of Oscar to approach the gallows and kick the stool over, which would result in Leo's immediate death.

Oscar knew that he could lose his life, but he refused. He would not kill a fellow Jew. Come Come then directed another Jew to do the job, but he, too, refused.
By now, Come Come had reached a fevered pitch of fury. "I'll do it myself!" he
screamed, incensed. He kicked the stool with all his strength, and a second or two later…

The rope snapped and broke, leaving Leo lying on the ground, stunned,
but very much alive.

There had been many hangings in the camp, but as far as Leo knew,
this had never happened before.

"I knew at once that God had intervened on my behalf," Leo remembers 64 years later. "And that with His blessing, I would survive everything. The suicidal feelings that had been inside me for so long completely vanished, and I was suddenly filled with tremendous resolve to live. Death as an escape was no longer an option. Against all odds, I had survived both a suicide attempt and a hanging. God had clearly ordained that I should live, and right then and there, I told myself that I must live a life dedicated to Him and the fulfillment of His commandments."

A lifelong Cantor and Hebrew school teacher in Omaha, Nebraska,
Chazan Leo Fettman has served as an inspiring role model for the hundreds of Jewish students he has taught, and for the hundreds of non-Jewish students he has spoken to about the Holocaust. He did indeed fulfill the promise that he made to God on that fateful day at the gallows, a day he sees as his personal miracle, and not a small one, either.

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Visitor Comments: 13

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leo's granddaughter,
October 14, 2010 4:20 PM

They did give up it was law and fear!

Gary and all here is the excerpt from his book-
"The rope snapped! I lay on the ground, stunned but quite alive! Come-Come, looking startled and even somewhat embarrassed, reached down to shake my hand, "Congratulations, dog. According to international law, you cannot be punished twice for the same crime"
You should read the book it is an inspiring story and has a long lasting important message.
Here is the ISBN # for anyone interested:
0-9679721-0-8

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Anonymous,
December 24, 2008 3:59 PM

I admire you so much and I always have. You talked at my middle school many years ago and since then I always think about you. I wish I had the courage that you have. Right now its as if my life is upside down and I can't control it. I often read articles about you justget to try to get through my problems. I now work in a Jewish Nursing Home and find that it sometimes brings peace to me. I admire you and wish the best for you. God Bless!

(11)
Harry,
November 12, 2008 10:50 PM

Sarit, If you would be hashem.

You have issues with hashem. Uou would lead this world in a different manner, right? do you have already the formula of how to create a world or you want hashem to do the creation part and you would take over to run it. You dont understand everything and no one does. still, there is a power beyond comprehension. wake up.

(10)
Anonymous,
November 2, 2008 11:28 AM

Inspirational

I have problems that seem unsurmountable. I wonder why G-d seems to single me out for such suffering. The story does not make me stop wondering but it does make me feel I should keep trying.

(9)
Clinton,
October 31, 2008 6:36 AM

What an inspiring story!

(8)
Gary Katz,
October 30, 2008 1:46 PM

Story is incomplete

Reading this story, I was curious what happened after the rope broke. It wouldn't be like the Nazis to simply give up.

(7)
sarit,
October 27, 2008 8:15 AM

lirit you are terribly wrong and misinformed

if you are right,why do we see millions of germans of yesteryear saluting the murder arch furer yemach shmo,and no,we are not christians who are supposed to offer our left cheek,btw,where are all my cousines,aunts and uncles?a 7 years old didnt die of old age,lirit.

(6)
mindy weinstein,
October 26, 2008 11:00 PM

what a great story,what a special man!

Cantor Fettman was my Cantor at my shul when I was growing up in Omaha. He taught Hebrew School where I heard the story from him personally.He greatly inspired me to search out my Jewish heritage. Rading this was like getting a letter from home.It is an honor to know him!

(5)
SarahRachel,
October 26, 2008 9:02 PM

Thank you Mr. Leo Fettman

Tonight you have saved the life of and given hope to a Jew in exile. To top it off, as I reached the bottom of the article, you are from my own hometown. I knew then that I was meant to read your story. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I know now that G-d has not abandoned me.

(4)
annie,
October 26, 2008 8:21 PM

makes me think

an amazing life makes me feel ashamed of my various complaints i have made to G-D

(3)
Ruth Housman,
October 26, 2008 6:47 PM

personal miracles

when so much happens in a life, after a while there are inevitable feelings that this story is being directed. Obviously Leo Fettman felt that way when the rope broke and when, despite everything that happened, he survived so many times.
This is the miracle. The paradoxical nature of miracles like this is that some do not survive. I must believe in a God of love and I cannot accept a God who acts in some circumstances but not in all circumstances. This does lead me to the Wailing Wall. So I must believe, in my heart of hearts that whatever happens it is part of a cosmic story and that we are all of us, beloved, and that there is another side to all stories that end terribly and that is, "on the other side". This story must be about LOVE.

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Lirit,
October 26, 2008 12:34 PM

German and Nazi are not synonymous

Let this serve only as a gentle reminder to Leo Fang before me. The german people were not, and are not, all Nazis.
I lost family in concentration camps too, but are we not commanded to love our neighbors?

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LEO FANG,
October 24, 2008 9:48 AM

LOVED THIS STORY

Having lost family in concentration camps such as Transnistera and cousins transported in cattle cars enroute to camps I hate the germanpeople

I just got married and have an important question: Can we eat rice on Passover? My wife grew up eating it, and I did not. Is this just a matter of family tradition?

The Aish Rabbi Replies:

The Torah instructs a Jew not to eat (or even possess) chametz all seven days of Passover (Exodus 13:3). "Chametz" is defined as any of the five grains (wheat, spelt, barley, oats, and rye) that came into contact with water for more than 18 minutes. Chametz is a serious Torah prohibition, and for that reason we take extra protective measures on Passover to prevent any mistakes.

Hence the category of food called "kitniyot" (sometimes referred to generically as "legumes"). This includes rice, corn, soy beans, string beans, peas, lentils, peanuts, mustard, sesame seeds and poppy seeds. Even though kitniyot cannot technically become chametz, Ashkenazi Jews do not eat them on Passover. Why?

Products of kitniyot often appear like chametz products. For example, it can be hard to distinguish between rice flour (kitniyot) and wheat flour (chametz). Also, chametz grains may become inadvertently mixed together with kitniyot. Therefore, to prevent confusion, all kitniyot were prohibited.

In Jewish law, there is one important distinction between chametz and kitniyot. During Passover, it is forbidden to even have chametz in one's possession (hence the custom of "selling chametz"). Whereas it is permitted to own kitniyot during Passover and even to use it - not for eating - but for things like baby powder which contains cornstarch. Similarly, someone who is sick is allowed to take medicine containing kitniyot.

What about derivatives of kitniyot - e.g. corn oil, peanut oil, etc? This is a difference of opinion. Many will use kitniyot-based oils on Passover, while others are strict and only use olive or walnut oil.

Finally, there is one product called "quinoa" (pronounced "ken-wah" or "kin-o-ah") that is permitted on Passover even for Ashkenazim. Although it resembles a grain, it is technically a grass, and was never included in the prohibition against kitniyot. It is prepared like rice and has a very high protein content. (It's excellent in "cholent" stew!) In the United States and elsewhere, mainstream kosher supervision agencies certify it "Kosher for Passover" -- look for the label.

Interestingly, the Sefardi Jewish community does not have a prohibition against kitniyot. This creates the strange situation, for example, where one family could be eating rice on Passover - when their neighbors will not. So am I going to guess here that you are Ashkenazi and your wife is Sefardi. Am I right?

Yahrtzeit of Rabbi Moses ben Nachman (1194-1270), known as Nachmanides, and by the acronym of his name, Ramban. Born in Spain, he was a physician by trade, but was best-known for authoring brilliant commentaries on the Bible, Talmud, and philosophy. In 1263, King James of Spain authorized a disputation (religious debate) between Nachmanides and a Jewish convert to Christianity, Pablo Christiani. Nachmanides reluctantly agreed to take part, only after being assured by the king that he would have full freedom of expression. Nachmanides won the debate, which earned the king's respect and a prize of 300 gold coins. But this incensed the Church: Nachmanides was charged with blasphemy and he was forced to flee Spain. So at age 72, Nachmanides moved to Jerusalem. He was struck by the desolation in the Holy City -- there were so few Jews that he could not even find a minyan to pray. Nachmanides immediately set about rebuilding the Jewish community. The Ramban Synagogue stands today in Jerusalem's Old City, a living testimony to his efforts.

It's easy to be intimidated by mean people. See through their mask. Underneath is an insecure and unhappy person. They are alienated from others because they are alienated from themselves.

Have compassion for them. Not pity, not condemning, not fear, but compassion. Feel for their suffering. Identify with their core humanity. You might be able to influence them for the good. You might not. Either way your compassion frees you from their destructiveness. And if you would like to help them change, compassion gives you a chance to succeed.

It is the nature of a person to be influenced by his fellows and comrades (Rambam, Hil. De'os 6:1).

We can never escape the influence of our environment. Our life-style impacts upon us and, as if by osmosis, penetrates our skin and becomes part of us.

Our environment today is thoroughly computerized. Computer intelligence is no longer a science-fiction fantasy, but an everyday occurrence. Some computers can even carry out complete interviews. The computer asks questions, receives answers, interprets these answers, and uses its newly acquired information to ask new questions.

Still, while computers may be able to think, they cannot feel. The uniqueness of human beings is therefore no longer in their intellect, but in their emotions.

We must be extremely careful not to allow ourselves to become human computers that are devoid of feelings. Our culture is in danger of losing this essential aspect of humanity, remaining only with intellect. Because we communicate so much with unfeeling computers, we are in danger of becoming disconnected from our own feelings and oblivious to the feelings of others.

As we check in at our jobs, and the computer on our desk greets us with, "Good morning, Mr. Smith. Today is Wednesday, and here is the agenda for today," let us remember that this machine may indeed be brilliant, but it cannot laugh or cry. It cannot be happy if we succeed, or sad if we fail.

Today I shall...

try to remain a human being in every way - by keeping in touch with my own feelings and being sensitive to the feelings of others.

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